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Finding Passage
poems by Molly Weller
133 pages
ISBN: 978-0-9789597-5-3
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poems by Molly Weller
133 pages
ISBN: 978-0-9789597-5-3
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"These earthy poems achieve a captivating synthesis
of texture, emotion, and natural imagery. We can taste
and smell the tears that “catch on the whipping
strands” of hair, the “moon~pale petals” of fear
embracing a night of silent heartbreak. Exultation and
despair reveal themselves in the stench of rotting
leaves, the feathered wings of snowflakes, the
relentless pull of sun and tide — wrapping us up in the
ache and wonder of being." — Stephen R. Jones,
author of The Last Prairie, A Sandhills Journal and
Peterson Field Guide to the North American Prairie.
of texture, emotion, and natural imagery. We can taste
and smell the tears that “catch on the whipping
strands” of hair, the “moon~pale petals” of fear
embracing a night of silent heartbreak. Exultation and
despair reveal themselves in the stench of rotting
leaves, the feathered wings of snowflakes, the
relentless pull of sun and tide — wrapping us up in the
ache and wonder of being." — Stephen R. Jones,
author of The Last Prairie, A Sandhills Journal and
Peterson Field Guide to the North American Prairie.
Publisher's comment on Finding Passage
Molly Weller gives us these moments, almost in passing, that
we can go on with on our own, they don’t stop at the end of
the poem but continue on in our reading. It’s like we are
walking down a path and each poem tells of a moment on that
path. Sometimes, as in Turtle, she give us a startling image -
“mountains its way to the sea.”
Turtle
A round shell,
pale
banded pink
long empty of life,
snaps in two.
The one
who gave it a ragged edge,
angled now
the sun on both shoulders
dawn breaking
across bare back,
shadow falling gray
across an amethyst beach,
mountains its way to the sea.
And at the end of Hysteria, “curling in on itself/like a page/on
fire.” Very nice. In Mood Swings we continue with her
“…pulling laundry from the lines.” At the end of the poem
there are no ending.
In Set Against, in the last stanza, “but still a bowl of cereal” is
just a perfect common moment that makes the piece
something we are so involved with.
New place new home,
but still a bowl of cereal
as a common rain washes away the smog
and mattes the dust on a traveler
settling in.
Molly Weller gives us these moments, almost in passing, that
we can go on with on our own, they don’t stop at the end of
the poem but continue on in our reading. It’s like we are
walking down a path and each poem tells of a moment on that
path. Sometimes, as in Turtle, she give us a startling image -
“mountains its way to the sea.”
Turtle
A round shell,
pale
banded pink
long empty of life,
snaps in two.
The one
who gave it a ragged edge,
angled now
the sun on both shoulders
dawn breaking
across bare back,
shadow falling gray
across an amethyst beach,
mountains its way to the sea.
And at the end of Hysteria, “curling in on itself/like a page/on
fire.” Very nice. In Mood Swings we continue with her
“…pulling laundry from the lines.” At the end of the poem
there are no ending.
In Set Against, in the last stanza, “but still a bowl of cereal” is
just a perfect common moment that makes the piece
something we are so involved with.
New place new home,
but still a bowl of cereal
as a common rain washes away the smog
and mattes the dust on a traveler
settling in.